Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

The sphere hadn’t even touched the Demon King’s black mist before it burst open, releasing a cloud of deep yellow smoke.

The yellow smoke, unaffected by the surrounding explosions and magic, rushed straight at the Demon King, enveloping him.

This was a unique tool obtained by Gao Yuanyi from a Demon Clan called Mandala, known as the Mandala Pollen Bomb. It is said that the Mandala Pollen Bomb, while paralyzing others, can also interfere with their senses, causing a multitude of hallucinations.

The Mandala Pollen Bomb was originally Gao Yuanyi’s trump card against the Demon King.

Gao Yuanyi had originally planned to throw the Mandala Pollen Bomb after the Demon King broke free from the Binding Light Cannon, taking advantage of the small figures appearing before the Demon King’s eyes, to strike three times with Violent Disassembly.

However, the Demon King chose to endure the binding effect of the Binding Light Cannon.

Using the Mandala Pollen Bomb now, there is a risk of it being dispelled by the Demon King... No, it will definitely be dispelled by the Demon King.

But this yellow smoke holds a unique and intense magical scent; even if not inhaled, its presence can somewhat disrupt the enemy’s judgment.

Just a small error in judgment from the Demon King is enough, a slight error in judgment means there’s still a chance.

Gao Yuanyi knows what the black mist surrounding the Demon King actually is; it’s the ability of the Demon King’s original race, the Deceit Fog Clan.

The Deceit Fog Clan achieves multiple functions of attack, defense, and sensing by releasing slightly solidified magic around them to form ”fog.”

Even though the current numbers of the Deceit Fog Clan are very sparse, and no one knows where they live, their abilities have been almost completely dismantled.

This is entirely thanks to the excessively rapid rise of the current Demon King. Numerous Demon Clan warlords have deeply investigated him, understanding the extent of his abilities.

These documents were not destroyed but secretly preserved by the offspring of the old era warlords, fantasizing about one day reclaiming their kingdom from the current Demon King’s grasp, avenging their ancestors.

As the black mist rose, a sense of relief washed over Gao Yuanyi’s heart, if it wasn’t exactly joy, at least he was relieved that the preparations were finally useful.

”Do you intend to rely on this mist to determine my position, react quickly, and defend yourself?

Demon King, you will pay dearly for your disdain.”

Constantly encouraging himself internally, a hurricane swirled around Gao Yuanyi’s Laplace in accordance with his will.

Wind Control is a skill Gao Yuanyi painstakingly learned by traveling to the remote edges of the Demon World, climbing high cliffs to study with the Vortex Clan.

This skill can not only blow away incoming magical skills but also disrupt the enemy’s skill release rhythm when released close to them, causing multiple instances of damage.

Several illusions rushed toward the Demon King, and as Gao Yuanyi threw a punch at the Demon King, he also switched his own position.

The hurricane on his mechanical arm created a vortex in the black mist, and as Gao Yuanyi held Laplace, white threads surged on his mechanical arm.

As Gao Yuanyi’s arm approached the side of the Demon King’s abdomen, the purple light flickering under the Demon King Helmet noticed Gao Yuanyi’s incoming attack.

At this moment, Gao Yuanyi’s figure became ephemeral again as he swapped his position with an illusion that was behind the Demon King.

A fierce hurricane whirled the black mist, and Gao Yuanyi’s punch landed on the Demon King’s back. The effect of Laplace activated, as chaotic magical power, accompanied by white threads, surged into the Demon King’s body.

However...

Gao Yuanyi sensed something was peculiar, like something was missing.

He suddenly remembered, this time there was no sound of metal clashing.

Previously, every attack resulted in the collision of the mechanical arm with the Demon King’s armor, the loud metallic clashing resounding clearly in the vast snowy plains, but this time, there was nothing.

This wasn’t due to the surrounding magic explosion sounds masking it; it was completely absent.

Could it be the Demon King used some skill to counter this time’s Shield Overload?

No, the assertiveness of Shield Overload lies in its immunity to interference by any Shield Skills, moreover...

This attack was palpable.

Gao Yuanyi had a tangible feeling of hitting the Demon King, a feeling that doesn’t lie. Indeed, he hit the Demon King, but not on metal; the sensation of impact was more akin to punching a bear hard.

Could it be...

Gao Yuanyi suddenly raised his head, and a glaring green bar came into view, full to the brim, not a shred of blood scraped away, the numbers behind the Blood Bar extremely blurry, barely discernable in digit length.

Thousands...

Before Gao Yuanyi could count the exact number of digits on the end of the Blood Bar, the green Blood Bar vanished, once again replaced by a full white Blood Bar.

It’s unmistakable...

Based on the Demon King’s tone just now, it’s fairly certain that the Demon King knows about the existence of a Divine Artifact like Laplace.

Since the Demon King is aware of the artifact’s existence, he must intentionally or unintentionally collect these items, even rarer than Legendary Equipment.

The Demon King’s Divine Artifact, perhaps... it’s worn on him.

The Demon King’s words echoed repeatedly in Gao Yuanyi’s mind: ”This is the ability granted to me by the Demon King Armor. I am one with the Demon King Armor; using its abilities is as easy as moving a limb for me.”

There’s no mistake, it’s the armor.

No wonder the Demon King has been so composed from beginning to end, even enduring such an assault without the slightest disarray, the reason must be...

Much as he hated to admit it, every attack he previously launched, and all the assaults from the war machines, seemed to all land on the Demon King’s equipment, silently endured by that Demon King Armor.

And that equipment also produced an incredibly formidable shield, impervious to even such concentrated firepower, leaving the Demon King’s true body unharmed.

The more he became sure of his thoughts, the more Gao Yuanyi found it unbearable, his heart increasingly tormented.

All that effort was in vain.

Absolutely everything was in vain.

He thought he understood the Demon King to a certain extent, had prepared thoroughly before attacking, but now it seemed he was nothing more than a colossal joke.

He was utterly ignorant, attacking without knowing anything about the Demon King.

Gao Yuanyi sank into deep self-reproach.

At that moment, the purple light under the Demon King Helmet glanced at him, the Demon King’s voice, devoid of any emotion, pierced into Gao Yuanyi’s heart like a sharp knife,

”You’ve seen it, right?

You somewhat, at least, understand a little about me.

But with this knowledge, you and your companions will forever be buried here, Angel Envoy of the goddess.”

Upon hearing the word companion, a petite, backpacked figure appeared in Gao Yuanyi’s mind, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his once despairing eyes.

Defeated, utterly defeated. The plan had failed completely.

But that didn’t mean dying here today.

If it doesn’t work this time, then there will be a second time. Once I’m ready next time, it will be your end; I will utterly destroy you!

How many failures do you think I’ve endured? How many times do you think I’ve lost to that guy?

Haven’t I gotten back up every single time!

Laplace roared, detecting something unusual, and before it could issue a warning, Gao Yuanyi withdrew it.